Abigail Winters cried in frustration, the soil tumbled out of the C sized bra cup. A fat worm slithered to the floor and began to writhe blindly.
"Peter, Peter! Get your sorry medieval butt here now." In reply there came a small immature laugh. Abigail growled. Downstairs many of her closest friends waited for her, to celebrate her twenty first birthday, yet here she was rummaging for a new bra that didn't stand out through the sheer silk top she was wearing.
"Peter." She growled as she found her ripped pantyhose. A soft tinkling heralded the arrival of a celestial being, without thought she turned to where the light beamed into her room and threw her tights at the shape forming. When the light disappeared, a confused 6'6, blond god stood with a bemused look on his face. Abigail shivered with desire. Instead of his usual silver armour, Mikhail wore skin tight leather trousers, that enhanced his manly bulge and muscular legs, a large white cotton shirt that puffed out slightly. It opened to reveal smooth tanned skin, and muscled abs. His hair was still braided from the last time he had visited.
"What has he done this time?" Mikhail asked, Abigail blushed, she was naked from the head down to her hips. But that never seemed to disturb Mikhail.
When she was younger he had always been her knight in shining armour, like a father to her. When they were alone he would play with her, whether he took her flying or showed her the wonders of the stars.
It was only when she reached sixteen, that she realised the feeling in the bottom of her stomach wasn't excitement at going flying, it was need for him. But up until this day he continued to mentor her on the ways of Albion, the kingdom she would soon be ruling.
"Peter destroyed another one of my bra's." Mikhail raised an eyebrow at her.
"The look suits you Abby." Abigail's head shot up, Mikhail didn't do funny. His eyes seemed to gleam with a look unfamiliar to her.
"Abigail honey, your friends are waiting." Her mothers voice called out. Abigail turned back to where Mikhail had been standing, to find him gone. With a weary sigh she left her room.
...
"I don't understand why you don't marry her father." Peter said, picking the dirtied bra from the floor. He gently petted the worm that had slithered under Abigail's bed.
"You do not understand the ways of guardian angels. I have no claim over her, and I am already Prince of a different plane." Mikhail, combed his fingers through his hair and thought back to when he had seen her naked in her room.
It had taken all his restraint to pull her into his arms and ravish her. Smooth, black hair rolled down her shoulders and when he had seen her they had barely covered her pert, firm breast. Her hazel green eyes would always break through his tough exterior.
She was not what would now a day be called beautiful, but that was because of what she was, her beauty would only be fully appreciated in Albion.
Mikhail looked in the mirror once more. "What say you, am I fit for mortal company?"
Peter looked as his father asked him for his opinion. He did not look a day over twenty five, and would look so until a many millenniums. Peter however would age once they returned to Albion.
"Papa, if you have no intention of marrying her, why tease her so?"
"Because I also have human weaknesses."
... Abigail thanked the maitre'd as they were seated. It was a rather posh restaurant, and she had chosen it to impress the friends she would soon be losing.
"So where is this 'Michael?'" Vanessa asked. Abigail wasn't entirely sure why Vanessa was in her group of friends, or why she was in Vanessa's group of friends, but it seemed to her that she would forever be part of the snob clique. The one thing her father did before he died, sending her and her mother enough money to live in luxury for eternity.
"I and the girls are beginning to believe that maybe you're just making him up." Each of her representative girlfriends were sitting with their boyfriends. Twenty people looked and disguised their laugher into coughs, all but one, her best friend Ellen who squeezed her hand, but in her eyes there was a look of sadness. She doesn't believe me either, Abigail thought to herself.
"I'm not making him up." Abigail growled picking up the menu, it was meant to be the end of the conversation, but Vanessa was not known for her intelligence.
"Then why isn't he with you, on your birthday."
"I just had to find my girl the perfect gift." Came a deep, familiar voice. Abigail almost jumped from her seat. Craning her head she saw him, his wings were not visible to the humans, only she saw their faint outline.
But the three scratches were still there and his dark, ominous eye. Making his soft face appear a little fierce. Abigail couldn't help but smile as everyone at the table gasped in surprise. She knew that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world.
Her nose was too big for a face, her lips too large, her breast too small and her hair to feisty, but that didn't stop Mikhail from pulling her from her seat and kissing her hungrily. Mikhail had waited twenty-one years to hold her like this. To touch her. Their tongues clashed together as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. Her body was soft against his hard muscles, and they jumped in response of her soft hand upon his arm.
Reluctantly he let her go, and congratulated himself at the way her lips were red and puffy from his ministrations. Mikhail pulled a seat up to the table and tugged Abigail's hand into his.
'What are you doing here?' She hissed mentally, something Mikhail had taught her, when she had wanted to take him to school on her very first day. Mikhail squeezed her hand playfully. 'Just enjoy this day, Abby.' After dinner a few of her friends returned to her home, where she could open her presents. She smiled tightly as she opened Vanessa's present. It was a dieting book. There was strained laughter.
"I know how self conscious you are, and Christmas was some time ago dear." Abigail blushed thanking her for her consideration. "Plus now that we have finally met Mikhail, we wouldn't want you to lose him because you wouldn't look after your figure."
"Actually I love the way Abby looks; I wouldn't change her for the world." Abigail sent a confused look to Mikhail, he was definitely laying it on a little thickly. She soon ran out of presents to open, and felt slightly bereft. As materialistic as it sounded, Abigail found that receiving presents was the best thing about a birthday.
